Fire Alarm Frenzy

You know the fantastic noise that fire alarms make, and how you feel about the people who cause them? 

I'm sure a swear word or two were aimed in my direction 
when I caused the fire alarm to "serenade" 
my apartment complex this afternoon.

I’d like to say it went off because I’m so smokin’ hott, 

and while I totally am, that’s not the reality.

Hunger and impatience is the cause of my shameful moment. 

The most convenient/filling thing I could find 
to eat was a can of pork and beans. 

Matt and I have a limited number of bowls 
we can put in the microwave, 

and it just so happens that they are all dirty. 

No, I still haven’t washed them. 

Don’t be too hasty in your judgments, however; 
they’re from weeks ago.
Just Kidding. They're from this morning.

Anyhow, I thought one of my pots would do just fine at

accommodating my pork and beans 
whilst they heated in the rays of the quick cooker.

If something can withstand an oven and a stove top, 

why on earth shouldn’t it successfully endure a microwave?

The problem with that question is...

ONE: I’ve actually never tried putting my pots in the oven. 

Why I found it a valid point at the time is a mystery.  

TWO: If "the something" is aluminum…

It doesn’t work as far as microwaving things goes. 

It does work as far as having a lightning storm

in the convenience of your own home!           

                                                                                                               

I gave an inspirational “ted talk” about achieving dreams today. 

I’ll take my own encouraging words:

It’s better to try, fail and learn, than it is 
to never try, and never learn.

I'm sure the deeper lessons of this experience 

will reveal themselves with more clarity in time, 

such as the importance of patience, and thoroughness of thought.

But for now my pork and beans taste like cancer. 
& I have more dishes to clean.